I attended three sermons in a row
In the neighborhood church on Jackson.
Tear dropped there too, on the quran of mine, sky-blue colored
And on the cover of the hymn prayer book, it strangely rhymed.
Sermon,
On Fridays and Sundays
Are they two unknown roads of Robert Frost?
Equally worn out? Equally taken along frequency?
So that strangers are mostly certain about the Tan, Sine and Cosine?
After an incessant rain , we could tell each other a tale , stopping, “Reign!”
Parentheses are like a memorandum of understanding, priorities of your own.
Papyrus,
After 5 pm, if they all there turn color blind to moo moo all the cows!
Cows that can type, and can create superb hypes!
I pressed, paused and neglected my churned up pasteurization
As for now,
Meaningful work-life -balance will do a sieve analysis, as per annum
Soup egg drops in an ocean of lemon grass
To make a way
As the cook was befitting!
Does not matter anyway, better leave her precious to leave or granted to go!
Silence is gold at times, and dollar values are poisons!
In-Activity or Inactivity
A silence knows the fairest reason!
Every November it happens.
I see diaries on display.
The lightbulb moment, I'm inspired!
I must keep a journal every day.
Every January starts off well.
In keeping a promise to myself,
I faithfully pen the goings on each day.
It's apparently good for your health.
February is often quite patchy.
Many a day goes a miss!
I start to question why, each annum,
I spend to fail at this...
One day runs into another.
It's mid September now!
It feels like only in a blink
Six months have passed - holy cow!
I start to reason on why it bothers me
That I can't look back on what's gone on.
It's about now I say, " If I get another
I'll keep my own promise to write on! "
I suppose it could be apathy.
" I can't be bothered " type of mood.
What's the point in writing trivia
- This conversation or that food?
So last year I decided once and for all
That keeping a journal is not for me.
If I've something I really want to express
I'll wax lyrical with poetry!
Written 11th September 2021
For - The "J" Contest... Sponsor Constance La France
Update on Alternative to radiation and chemotherapy:
Way back in 2013, Anthony Hudson - no doctor but a scientist and musician - experimented with sound-therapy of a different order.
His results in busting up plasma cells and "cancer" cells were phenomenal, according to one doctor and cancer researcher. But he was warned NOT to be embraced because simple "sound therapy" would NOT be allowed to destroy a trillion dollar per annum industry. Anthony Holland got this idea by watching singers break crystal glass by singing at specific pitches and using special notes calibrated to the existing vibrations (in all of life!)
At least google this stuff, rather than pay for the nouve riche's yachts with your health. Shalom, shalom Happy New Year of Better health at real prices. amen
Sun sets in medallion and tangerine,
clouds embrace eventide as it ascends.
God’s perpetual annum sets the scene,
this perfect image of heaven transcends.
As the ivory glazed moon starts to rise,
my lover rests his head on my shoulder.
He takes my nape and looks in my doe eyes,
I hear his thoughts, “I just want to hold her”.
So we erase the day and seize the night,
not knowing of sleep but of affection.
Under the stardust we fell in delight,
since then we’ve shared a tender connection.
I never knew hunger ‘til he nourished-
a long night of passion where love flourished.
Date written: August 22, 2018
An aria of dawn breaks, I’m at ease,
above the sapphirine skies sunbeams glow.
Morn rises in the east as night does cease,
stardust fades into warm light rays below.
Heaven’s eyes open with pure affection,
fervor delight with generous ardor.
With God’s annum I’ve made a connection,
something to treasure; a peace I adore.
Radiant tones of tangerine and blues,
sunlit day stars twinkle with emotion.
Pallets of deep splendored medallion hues,
my heart rests in ravishing devotion.
For there's nothing like basking in the sun,
awaiting eventide when the day's done.
March 5, 2018
Yearning for earnings
An annum for my God may be hundred years of His day
My plans included His will, to guide all the steps of my way
But neither “Yet” nor “already been” was granted; I cry
Still my earnings determine my yearnings as life pass me by
Like waters on the ocean floor, should my fiscal standing allow
the boat of my passion thirst float - anyway; Somehow…
But Deo Volente seems distant and far. Like only I dream.
Deep down, puddled up oceans can scream for a brand new regime
Abroad with my little boat on dry ground prevail
Like never before any traveler could fail
Still eager to learn from the God that I fear
Maybe one day in hundred for more than a year.
21christimase, annum as gone, am still staring at the sun there, I mean down
there goes my day youth:
tendering, losing difference type of dream, imagery unfulfilled with pain and agony.
! O ribcage, catalyst of my misery why thou you follow plangent of life, a blessing, nemesis
how would i change my destiny with time, in the day of death, friend goes away when am i
ready for the next bosom war of heart, that fall fragile without no nature to pick it up.
dear poltergeistics, nonreciprocal spouse forgive my sermon impediment am a mouse.
am like a rain which fall on people plant, for more manure.............
am like a sun who shine in human, head hat....................
am like a dream thy woke up and edifice is future............
'I can feel my ticker beating, like a drum, when am sad people are like a solace to me
thou blithe of earth thy full of sorrow, tergiversate, but people try to termagant, thy way of
tilting to the face of the earth.
'I can hear the tinnitus from the Island, for thou not judge me by my sombre, cause i need a
smidgen rain to dwell my feelings.
21christimase, annum as gone, am still staring at the sun there, I mean down
there goes my day youth:
tendering, losing difference type of dream, imagery unfulfilled with pain and agony.
! O ribcage, catalyst of my misery why thou you follow plangent of life, a blessing, nemesis
how would i change my destiny with time, in the day of death, friend goes away when am i
ready for the next bosom war of heart, that fall fragile without no nature to pick it up.
dear poltergeistics, nonreciprocal spouse forgive my sermon impediment am a mouse.
am like a rain which fall on people plant, for more manure.............
am like a sun who shine in human, head hat....................
am like a dream thy woke up and edifice is future............
'I can feel my ticker beating, like a drum, when am sad people are like a solace to me
thou blithe of earth thy full of sorrow, tergiversate, but people try to termagant, thy way of
tilting to the face of the earth.
'I can hear the tinnitus from the Island, for thou not judge me by my sombre, cause i need a
smidgen rain to dwell my feelings.
MERRY CHRISTMAS
AND
A VERY HAPPY NEW YEAR
TO ALL MY FELLOW POETS
ALL OVER THE WORLD!!
FARSI - Christmas-e-shoma Mobarak Bashad
FRENCH - Joyeux Noel
GREEK - Kala Christouyenna
GERMAN - Froehliche Weihnachten
ITALIAN - Buone Feste Natalizie
LATIN - Natale hilare et Annum Faustumi
NAVAJO - Merry Keshmish
BRAZILIAN - Boas Festes e Feliz Ano Novo
SPANISH - Feliz Navidad
URDU - Naya Saal Mubarak Ho
HINDI - Shub Naya Baras
AND
HAPPY HANUKKAH
HAPPY KWANZA
'Twas a boring days of October
When I viewed you which reconciles
The prestiges of mine.
You incurred myself a neophytes
to prosperous prestige,
Incurred me with an inducement,
to be degree holder.
Yet, amazement rush,
Between you and me,
Six-annum surpassed.
Nevertheless,
Even friendship is futile,
To both of us!!!